In the market island of Lyon City, under the occasional turbulence from the mysterious island formation, lay a small golden pavilion. The pavilion was a rather majestic construction, but its majesty was downplayed by the hundreds of soldiers surrounding it.
The soldiers were arranged neatly among other similar looking pavilions, but rather haphazardly around the edges of the nearby forest. At the same time, their armor and weapons clanked threateningly as if to show off their power.
This was an army of soldiers ranging from Core Formation to Soul Transformation, and their combined aura was extremely formidable.
Suddenly a powerful shout rang from the front, "In the name of the Lyon and Turnbull Market Hall, the guests inside this pavilion have been ordered to come out!"
Zhen Shi, who w
